Learning to love

I've lived and loved and lost... and learned to love again and lost again. So spins the wheel of life. When I feel like I have a handle on life it boxes my ears and tells me to pay attention.

In the months that have passed since I last put my hands to the keyboard to leave a note here, I can see that I've been a fool.

I have all these great theories of life and how it is supposed to work. Yet when lady love bid me grab her hand and join her feast, I, like the fool who spouts his false wisdom, blocked my heart from her invitation and made silly arguments as to why I could not clasp the hand at her side. When I realized my folly and sought her out, the moment had passed and lady love had already caught the hand of another.

At least I have realized what I really want. And Yes it is love. To love and be loved.

Not the the love of a fleeting moment of passion, but love that grows... from learning from one another and sharing life together. From friendship and trust, from laughter and sorrow, mistakes and triumphs.

This is my broken heart continually mending, distinguishing the light from the darkness along the way.

Tyrone Wells express how I feel in the song "All Broken Hearts" posted below